Devon
Devon slaps the newspaper against the desk.
Damien Keller is still f*****g winning. How'd he manage to kill off a quarter of Sebastian's men? This isn't his war, but f**k, he's pissed. They're all a bunch of morons. Who'd go out to drink and gamble when they're on the brink of a war? Devon's been reckless, too, but he's making an effort to stay inside and ride this wave out.
Speaking of riding...
He closes his eyes and thinks of last night. Sometimes he can't believe that happened. He'd fantasized about it for so long, which has never happened to him.
Sam barges inside the cramped space of his office, interrupting his train of thought. He's annoyed, but it must be important if he came all the way here. He's holding his own newspaper. "Did you read this s**t?"
"Did they say a
